“One of the savviest and most restless intellects in contemporary literature—honest, jokey, paranoid, sentimental, mean, lyrical, tough, you name it.”—Dennis Cooper
Eileen Myles has written thousands of poems since she gave her first reading at CBGB in 1974. BUST magazine calls her “the rock star of modern poetry” and The New York Times says she’s “a cult figure to a generation of post-punk females forming their own literary avant garde.”
Myles’ trademark punk-lesbian sensibility and intimate knowledge of poetic tradition are at work in this eighth collection, where every love poem is political, and every political poem is, ultimately, about love.
From “Home”:
I thought if I inventoried home it would be broad my eyes fling open like a doll’s to the virtual space that suddenly resembles the walls the most interesting artists are large; monsters while the people we know are masses of flowers & when I turn on my cellphone I see everyone
Eileen Myles has published over a dozen books of poetry, prose, and plays. Formerly the director of the St. Mark’s Poetry Project, as well as a write-in candidate for president in 1992, in 1997 Myles toured with Sister Spit’s Ramblin’ Road Show. Her books include Snowflake/different streets, Inferno, The Importance of Being Iceland, Skies, Maxfield Parrish, Not Me, and Chelsea Girls (stories).
Eileen Myles is a LAMBDA Literary Award-winning American poet and writer who has produced more than twenty volumes of poetry, fiction, non-fiction, libretti, plays, and performance pieces over the last three decades.
Sorry, Eileen Myles. I still like you and your essays a lot, but most of the poems in this collection are too sparse, lines made of five words or less. There are four poems titled "Dear Andrea" (which remind me of the baby precious always shines love notes that Gertrude Stein would leave for Alice B. Toklas). These brief poems seem to lead up to the longer, final poem, "To Hell," which is a beat-like poem about being gay and uses the word "gay" eight times. Then there is an essay called "Everyday Barf" at the very end about writing a sestina on a boat (but where is the sestina? why isn't it included? this essay is also in the importance of being iceland, which is where i first read it).
Overall this is an awkward arrangement for a book. I felt uncomfortable with the haphazard rhythm, as if I were eavesdropping on internal monologues, sometimes self-conscious, sometimes reflective. There are a lot of tangents in here, which isn't that great to read on paper, since it's non-sequitar and all over the place, like this excerpt, for example, from a poem called "That Country" :
"I've just never known what to call that country. If I say England I don't think
I sound so smart. I keep tripping up on their language which is English so shouldn't their country be the same. Britain seems wrong, does anyone go to Britain?"
I had high hopes for this collection since Myles was described to me as a champion of plain language and direct diction, but I found these poems oddly fussy. While there are certainly moments of lucidity, on the whole her habit of allotting only one or two words per line forces the reader to fight for any sense of rhythm or music. The prose section at the end (pleasingly entitled "Everyday Barf"), where Myles' clunky line breaks were removed from the equation, was the saving grace of the book for me. There I was able to find "the sound of sense" that most of the other poems lacked. Maybe one of her other books would come closer to what I was looking for.
Eileen Myles is one of my heroes. I have liked every single thing I have ever read. That rarely happens with anything. I don't know what that means but it means something. I love Eileen Myles. And she seems an awesome generous open human being as well. And that's a real plus!
In the few books of her poetry I’ve read, Myles tends to have two modes, both of which are very personal: One is more of a straight explanatory/confessional approach like fractured prose, while the other is a more subconscious rifling through disconnected images and references. I prefer the former to the latter as too often i feel as though I can’t follow her abstract thoughts to where they’re leading me, and the images remain unfinished or together on the page than in my mind. The explanatory/confessional stuff is often also marked by stream-of-consciousness style but more accessible because it’s explained. Her prosier poems are every bit a showcase of her spectacular language and eye for startling images as her more abstract pieces and this book splits them about 50/50, with the abstract pieces earlier on and the grounded ones later in. It might be someone who’s crazy for the cut-up approach could be really into this, but only one half of this really did it for me.
[...] I want to be part of something bigger than myself not the university of california but it's a start my dad was a gorilla [...] - No Rewriting (pg. 4)
I really do feel like I am in some French movie, blam putting down a general cup of tea. The lights are thus and I squiggling then returning to my work quietly squeezed through the day that's captured some way separately not the squares of the cinema bu envelopes of affection [...] - For Jordana (pg. 14)
[...] It's a square of a place when the bed chases me awake and the gleam in the sky the sweet curl of white says no. I've got to live. - Lodovico (pg. 20)
[...] if you enjoyed smoking in bars study French expressionism [...] - Unnamed New York (pg. 31)
[...] I write down so I wake up [...] - Home (pg. 39)
Borrowed this book Sunday morning read it by Monday night. I've been meaning the pick up Eileen Myles for a while and I regret so much now how long it took me. Some poems like For Jordana remind me of Anne Carson "I think writing/is desire/not a form/of it" but with a stronger commitment to poem v. the commitment to.. whatever it is Carson is committed to!
Other poems have a much stronger political (current political) argument than I'm used to reading which I think is really good for me. Poems like "That Country" and "No Rewriting" work on colonialism, terrorism, but also character and growth.
Really if the first poem doesn't knock you over "When I think/about loving/you/I think/about opening/my Bible/and shaking/it." I'm not sure what would!! (#just so happy)
I am up and down on this, a lot of poems seem like snippets of conversations about people I will never meet and that's quite fun. I like the occasional transmasculine themes a lot, don't know know why but I strongly relate to that perspective despite not being in that category. I do feel alone sometimes in really loving stuff that is very much of the Bush era. Like there's always the sense that America is totally irredeemable, just a heap of trash sinking into the sea, which is suppose is relaxing as an antidote to No Kings patriotism or the online left's kneejerk hatred of "doomerism". I love how blackpilled they seem about poetry and art being worthwhile pursuits. The token prose piece, Everyday Barf, is definitely head and shoulders above the rest of this collection.
I'm out of practice reading poetry, but this was a worthwhile reintroduction. The rhythm of these poems is staccato and punchy, hard to smooth out. I really dug into the spaces between the lines. A wry sense of humor punctuated by moments of dead serious, cutting honesty. Like many "Everyday Barf" was a favorite of mine, but there were so many lines to call out in so many pieces. Something I would like to return to, for sure.
i don't know. it's a decent collection but not everything worked for me. when it's good, it's very good. "Everyday Barf" on its own gets 5 fuckennnnnn stars. i want to read that every day forever. "I'm Moved", "Home", "For Jordana" are my other favourites I think. definitely makes me want to read more of her work.
I hear them as they are now; their growth from the early years to more recent is visible in this one. I needed this at this moment, so I'm glad I waited to read it till now. It's funny, how sometimes stuff you need comes up at the times you need it most.
took me the entire year to finish this poetry collection!! myles’ voice is delectable, witty, sharp, and memorable. such interesting work i want to revisit over and over again :) thank you andrew for the rec
Sparse poems. Jarring juxtapositions. I can see how Eileen Myles fits with her contemporaries (Bernstein, Silliman). I enjoyed the final prose poem,"Everyday Barf" immensely even thought I thought it would be silly and overtly colloquial for the sake of being overtly colloquial. Instead, it built a nice sense of loneliness and isolation, that in-the-crowd-but-not-of-the-crowd feeling which is familiar to me.
Yes, the lines are very short. I enjoy a provocative line break (a la Creely). However, in these poems the line breaks seem to establish more of a visual music than a lyrical music. The poems (for the most part) are neat columns of words with some contractions broken onto two lines. I'm not sure whether this is effective. Short lines make for choppy rhythms. The disjunctive nature of Myles images only add to this. I get the feeling we're jumping from thought to thought. Sometimes lucid images and scenes emerge and the line breaks fade into the background, but most times I'm more aware of the structure than the content.
This of course means that the poems will need to be re-read. Poems that aren't immediately comprehensible aren't necessarily failures. That said, my first impression is that Myles is holding back. There's a bit of magic here in the storm of images, a touch of the mystical. Myles trods on the border between the visceral and the spiritual, but keeps the poems chained to the visceral with sexual politics and slang. I get the feeling that if she could free herself from her body for a short time the poems would be better.
Written to present at a panel on the poetry of everyday, Eileen Myles’ “Everyday Barf,” opens with the statement: “I don’t mind today, but the everyday makes me barf. There’s no such thing.” And so it goes with Myles’ poetry—there is not an interest in the everyday, but an interest in celebrating each individual day, an awareness of being there/here in the present. In her latest collection, Sorry, Tree (which includes the piece “Everyday Barf”), Myles continues in this spirit. In the opening untitled poem, the speaker claims “I’m grasping / the present.” The speaker does not try to grasp the present and is not grasping at the present. No, the speaker grasps the present with a firm hand. The poem ends:
the world in our hands a rattle such a joke we shake it shake it shake it
Poems which gradually expand, from one or two word lines, to full blown multiple page prose poetry. Myles' poetry for the most part explores sexuality and feminism in interesting ways. The final piece, Everyday Barf, was my favorite, using people getting sick on the ferry as a metaphor for the ailments of society. The shorter pieces were hit and miss, some worked really well, but others had me flipping the page to see if I'd missed something.
I don't understand why a few people are giving this collection 1-3 stars. When did they require line police? Who cares if the lines in these poems have 5 words or less? Love this book. Due to snowmaggedon, my advanced poetry workshop doesn't get to work with her today, which I was definitely looking forward to. Oh well, I still love how sparse and simple these are.
Eileen Myles once wrote a book of poems called Skies. It is my favorite of her books. Because it was titled Skies, I will probably read everything she writes. I will.
Eileen Myles was an openly female candidate for president in 1992. How could I not read one of her books in an election year? Her poems could stand up in any debate. They are big, wet sloppy kisses. I sometimes wish they weren't so big and sloppy.